"YOU'RE A BLOODY SICK PATHETIC LITTLE BOY!"
"No, Zai...I ain't." He replied coolly.
"YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE CRAZY, PYSCHO CRAZY, THIS IS BEYOND A JOKE! I CAN'T DO THIS...I CAN'T! F*CK YOU YOU EVIL B*STARD! YOU F*CKING WANKJOB, SUCH A FAT JUICY C*NT, I TRULY HATE YOU AT TIMES!" Zaire felt like she meant every word. She punched him again and again in his chest and face with all her might, while Cory sat back like her blows didn't impact him at all.
Never let anyone disrespect you. Disrespect is unacceptable.
"I always loved that thing about you that made you stick out like a sore thumb...just you, loved you just the way you are, nut job and all, but deep down I knew. I just knew one day it would make me despise you. Oh...what you f*cking do to me..." She gazed at him, feeling defeated. "How dare you?"
Cory only continued to stare blankly at her, as fury bubbled up and rose up within Zaire like bile in an upset stomach.
She stormed out of the room, his laugh echoing behind her. She got washed thinking about how his actions had barely baffled her.
Boost came, then came vulnerable little boy and yet Boost's mentality always overwhelmed Cory. Why? It just wasn't right; he just couldn't help but take every little thing to heart.
Half the time I can't blame him, I've done this to myself. So foolish, I fell so easily with him...so foolish
She scrubbed herself and couldn't help but feel angry at herself. She thought she'd built those walls around her nice and strong but who was she kidding? This was all a joke to Cory, that was the craziest thing – but this was her life. Her real and actual life.
How it is possible to live without your heart? Yet again, Zaire would do the impossible.
Times like this could Zaire to doubt her faith in Cory, because when it all fell down whom would she turn to if she didn't have him?
For so long, she'd used his troubles and nightmares as an excuse to show him, to give him her love. And now she wasn't scared to anymore and yet...that wasn't enough.
Imagine being me...feeling trapped. Stuck, like the girl Cory sees. No one to turn to, not even those who made me. Sometimes I want to give up this dream, and run back to the old Zaire but then I think, don't give up now I'm just a few miles from victory and the sweetest success.
The single thing that makes my heart sink, that makes my soul ache and echo with emptiness is that feeling of never belonging...
Zaire didn't want to talk about this with anyone but Cory, that was why she felt so confused and lost and trapped. The only person who she felt could heal her wounds and find a solution to her troubles was the actual cause of it. She was so very saddened by this, her feelings with him where forever clouding her judgment, her sight.
"Zai..." Cory was standing in her bedroom doorway in a full forest green Adidas tracksuit with white stripes. His long, slender frame was so appealing to her. Too appealing. Yet she refused to acknowledge his presence because once she did she knew she wouldn't be able to tear her eyes away.
"Zaire." He said her name again and her chest tightened. Her nipples became swollen as the electricity hit her. Just by her name coming out of his mouth. She struggled into her skintight khaki combat trousers, zipping down the edges on both sides of her ankles.
Cory laughed as she got them up past her thick thighs and finally held them up and buttoned it closed. His face was expressionless as he observed her intently.
"Looks good on you bum and thighs look more than edible, Zai." He complimented her then she finally glared over at him. His eyes swallowed her whole. Like a trance she was willing to be possessed by.
Then she saw that twinkle in his eyes, like he was laughing at her. She gulped. She suppressed the magic that his eyes were creating in the pit of her stomach.
"I have to draw the line here."
"What line?"
She didn't have an answer for him.
Cory. He was the type of boy who had girls falling at his feet, like rain from the clouds above. Plenty of them licked his bum even some boys did too. Even when they were fully aware that he'd never show love.
But...Zaire couldn't blame them; she always did say that there was something about him that made him stand out, that made you notice him. Even in his silence, wherever he went his presence was loud, demanding, authoritative.
Any female would drop her boyfriend like waste through an anus just for the opportunity to spread her legs for Cory, and get s*xed up by him. True, he was a beautiful b*stard.
"You don't have respect for me." She looked him in his eyes.
"Trust me...I do."
"I highly doubt that" She shot him a dirty look ad all she heard was his laugh. She was growing very sick of that laugh.
He said nothing in reply to her, instead Cory watched sheepishly as she got ready.
"Come like clown shoes but they look cute on you, your little feet. You like them init?"
She heard him talk as she shoved on her Classic black Dr Marten boots.
"You're always wearing them shoes...true say only a boss could pull them off."
Her face remained blank but she laughed wickedly in her head and counted herself lucky that somehow, as usual she saw the funny side to the situation. She cheered up slightly when he left her alone and walked to the front room. She packed everything into her bag and placed it across her body, smiling to herself.
She crossed the front room and headed to the kitchen and overheard Cory on the phone.
"I gotta couple jobs for you lots so be here on half an hour..."
In the kitchen she packed the rice and kitchen into individual containers for all of the team including Chantelle and placed them in a large bag which she carried to the front door.
"Zai, are you heading to the spot now or you can wait and get a lift if you want."
"No." She kissed her teeth. "Prick." She mumbled.
"Suit yourself." He didn't appear phased by her attitude and bluntness.
She returned to her bedroom and opened her drawers, scanning through them until she found what she was in search of. Immediately after, she silently left her bedroom and stepped into Cory's. She chuckled lightly as she noticed the fresh bed sheets Cory had just put there after she'd wiped her semen stained face with them.
Typical Cory. Neat, civilized and proper. He didn't like disorder and mess; those things only existed in his head. Chaos. And chaos gave birth to the poison that fed Boost. Anger, violence, the need for retribution, pride, the addiction of the feelings of power and respect.
She gathered various pairs of his trainers, Nike, Gucci, Prada, Filas, Supras, Vans, Jordans, Duffers, Louis Vuitton, patents, soft leather, low ones, high-tops, series of different colours, she looked at some them couldn't decipher the make or the labels, she shrugged causally throwing single pairs onto the bed. She struck matches repeatedly throwing them onto the bed; most hit the trainers causing them to catch fire. She continued until there was a nice flame burning beautifully on Cory's bed. Just like the one he'd ignited within her soul.
She shut the door, holding back her sniggers and headed out.
"Bye, see you at the spot, nicca!" She wore a genuine smile upon her face as she closed their front door.
Cory completes me that why I feel so strongly for him, he thinks just like me.
She pushed those little silly naive thoughts away.
11.55am. She laughed to herself as she dialed Maro's number and headed along to the bus stop with her large bag of food.
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